Chen Nan gave no chance for the opponent to breathe, like a ghost, his figure flickering as he appeared in front of Ye Wudao.
His fist seemed to swing out ordinarily, yet made Ye Wudao feel a threat of death.
"Bang!"
This punch hit Ye Wudao's chest solidly.
Ye Wudao flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing several stone pillars before barely coming to a stop.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, the robe on his chest already soaked with blood.
"Father!" Ye Jin cried out in terror, wanting to rush forward, but was held tightly by the elder of the Ye Family.
Chen Nan walked slowly towards Ye Wudao, each step made everyone's hearts in the room tremble.
He looked down at the once influential Martial Arts Grandmaster and said lightly, "Want to continue?"
Ye Wudao raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness.
He trembled as he tried to stand, but spat out another mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.
